Between the rural Texas towns of Bass and Sat is the most popular barbecue restaurant in America. Big Butts Bar-B-Que has been the seat of power for the Fleming family since the Great Depression, but when tragedy and scandal beset Titus and his transgender son Lavinia, deals are made to keep control of the restaurant. An arrangement that will put a father at odds with not only his legacy but his heir. As the table is set, who will hold the keys to the barbecue kingdom?
Genre: FICTION / GayFeast had a popular reception, including audiobook, but has slowed since its summer release.
More shouting from outside. Someone was kicking on the door. The chair wouldn’t last long. They’d be in soon. What would they do? Court martial? Most likely a death sentence, or Leavenworth, for life. Shame would be worse. Shame in his father’s eyes. His brothers’ eyes, in Quincy and even Lavinia, his queer little brother; sister, whatever. Drawing his pistol, Marcus shoved the barrel into his mouth.
"I love you," he choked, spittle oozing down the gun. Tears burning his red eyes. The heat pouring down on him now. Dust dancing over the TV set and MP3 player and floor and walls with pictures from home. Rattling. Shouting outside the door. Voices surrounding him. But his gaze never fell from the pictures from home, between Bass and Sat. And one of his father’s restaurant. The family restaurant. Big Butts Bar-B-Que and the many feasts he’d eaten there. All gone now. Nothing but memory. And very soon, not even that.
Outside, among the collected trailers and twelve-foot-high cement barrier walls surrounding them in a zigzag maze, the soldiers, half-dressed in battle-rattle, some with K-potts, and others in just ACU plated vests and boxers, each wondering exactly what was going on inside Private Anna Lange’s trailer. It would take those soldiers just a few more kicks to dislodge the chair and discover Anna, curled in a ball in the corner of her room batting away the flies as they laid eggs in the wet gap that used to be Marcus Fleming’s skull and another who would later be identified as airman second-class Victor Alarbus, welcomed by the stench of rotten eggs and piss and shit already thick in the air and her mangled face, red with blood and tears and snot, muttering words only the broken have the experience to understand.
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Translated by Miguel Nunez
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